Dearest snow, why have you betrayed me?

Okay, lets talk about snow.
Snow and I have had one of the most fabulous relationships a person and frozen precipitation could have ever developed. Until today. Scotland snow isn't like Tennessee snow. Oh, no, my friend. Scotland snow is vicious. I don't think I need to say more than icy frozen cobblestones for you to visualize me wiping out about 800 times today.
Also, when you mix Scottish hail (aka tiny white frozen pebbles of doom) with 45 mph winds, it's not unlike walking straight into a wall of nails. No, snow and I aren't friends anymore.
We may be able to fix our relationship some day, after I've soaked my feet in a hot bath for 82 years and applied carmex to my face to try and soothe the windburn. Oi vey. Oh yeah, and I didn't take any pictures, so sorry, but I was too busy fending for my life.
It was Amanda's birthday today! Hence the snowstorm. You see, Amanda's birthday attracts snow. Noone knows why, it just happens. Her roomies made risotto and cupcakes and it was delicious! Then we piled up in Mander's bed and watched Resident Evil. Ah, zombies. I just love zombies.
Okay, I'm going to go dig through the kitchen and see if there is anything at all to eat. If not, I'm attacking the Chinese Takeaway across the street for hot and sour soup.
Love you all,

M